Sunday, July 10, 2011

Louiza

Louiza, I don't understand your language but I like you so much Louiza. God knows how much I dreamt about you. About being your friend. About spending happy time next to you. Next to you there above that violet mountain next to the sea. To receive the unstopped winter rain, to smell the spring blossom, to swim in your summer sea, and singing a song about time in Autumn Louiza. Louiza